STCD Fresh Prints #18

Finally, we sat in the room with Victora’s Nephew Dillion. Dill for short. He might have been trying to look tuff, but he was barely keeping it together. He was a scared young man. The work killer didn’t come to mind when you looked at him. Or perhaps I was being drawn in by his youthful appearance. “Dillon sweetheart, I told you I’d get someone to help and here they are.”

“You go me the honey lady from the commercial?” He said looking at Gwen. I was a little relieved that he didn’t recognize me first.

“Yeah, the commercial thing is a side gig.” Said Gwen. “My husband and I solve crimes.”

“Hey, your that guy!” Dill said. “The ghost guy!” He looked at his ant. “Not that I approve of the consumption of Cannabis.”